I just want to be soft on her

Chapter 126
Song Cheng lowered her head and was communicating with Lu Yu on WeChat, when Jiang Mo on the side poked her with his elbow, "Chengzi, eat, don't look at your phone."

"Wait a minute, it'll be ready soon!" Song Cheng typed quickly, tapping the screen with two thumbs.

Jiang Mo sighed softly, picked up the white wine bottle on the table, poured himself a full glass of white wine, and drank it with his head raised.

Song Cheng looked at Lu Yu's reply and fell into deep thought.

[Lu Yu] Thank you for your feedback. I think she may really think that I am not suitable for her.

[Lu Yu] Let's eat, remember to look at the people around you more.

She raised her head and looked at Ma Qingqing on the right. She was eating happily. Jiang Mo on the left seemed to be fine.

"Song Cheng, don't look at your phone, hurry up and eat!" Jiang Shu sat opposite her and called out to her.

Now everyone's eyes were on her, and Song Cheng laughed and said, "Don't look at it, don't look at it, hahahaha."

She shyly put her phone aside and began to eat obediently.

Halfway through the meal, the uncle started to take Song Qinghui and the others to drink together, and asked them if the girls would drink.

Song Cheng politely refused, and Lu Yu was rejected by his uncle because he was too young, so at this dinner table, only Grandma Song, Jiang Shu, Lu Yu and her were not drinking.

It's Chinese New Year, in order to make it more lively, Song Qinghui chose a game that can be played on the wine table.

Song Cheng sat at the table, drinking orange juice, watching them play the game, and the loser sipped a glass of white wine.

After one round, almost everyone who participated in the game had drunk. Ma Qingqing, who was beside him, was a little dizzy after drinking two glasses of baijiu.

She made an excuse and took her away from the dining table. Lu Yu also got up and helped her take Ma Qingqing to the room on the second floor.

"Huh ~ thank you." Song Cheng sat by the bed and said to Lu Yu who was standing by the bed.

Lu Yu shook his head, "You're welcome."

"By the way, I haven't had enough to drink, so you two brought me here, isn't it kind?"

Ma Qingqing was lying on the bed. Just now she saw a WeChat message, "Go upstairs and talk." Seeing this, she deliberately pretended to be dizzy.

"Qing'er, just be patient, after all, you seem to know a little more about love than I do..."

Song Cheng made a please gesture.

Ma Qingqing nodded a little arrogantly and said: "Okay, I promise you, but sister Gu Miao, her expression is very clear."

"I mean, she's made it very clear, so it's better not to bother her anymore."

Lu Yu waved his hand, "No, that's not what it means. I understand that since she refused, I won't bother her anymore."

"Oh? That's..." Ma Qingqing looked at the boy standing in front of the window. He was bright and refreshing. He was indeed the boy that many girls like.

Lu Yu licked his lips, "Mature people, are they age-wise?"

"Mature in age, this is a kind." Song Cheng tilted her head, and tapped her chin with her index finger, "However, I am more inclined to mature psychologically."

Ma Qingqing nodded, "Yes, yes, psychological maturity is the most important thing. I believe that what Sister Gu Miao said about the maturity is more psychological maturity."

"Thank you two sisters, then I'm going downstairs." Lu Yu seemed to have thought of something, turned and went to the door.

The moment he opened the door, he turned around again, smiled slightly at the two of them and said, "Happy New Year, two sisters!"

After Lu Yu left, Song Cheng held his cheeks in both hands and said with emotion: "Ah...brother, it's so cute, and I still call you sister."

"Nianxia...hehe, it smells so good." She covered her face, lay on the bed, and then opened one of the otome games on her phone.

Ma Qingqing was staring at the ceiling, "I don't believe in love anymore, and now I can only live by earning money and studying."

She saw the black and white grids on the ceiling, changing positions one by one, she was really drunk.

"Cheng Zi, good night, I'm going to sleep." She sat up, took off the quilt, covered herself, and closed her eyes.

Song Cheng, who was watching the younger brother in the Otome game, turned his head to look at the sleeping Ma Qingqing, and replied, "Good night, Qing'er."

She stood up, pulled the curtains, and lay down next to Ma Qingqing, hugging her arms and squinting.

After an unknown amount of time, she vaguely heard the sound of chaotic footsteps outside the door.

Song Cheng struggled to open her eyes, sat up, rubbed her hands, put on a coat, and got out of bed.

She opened the curtains and took a look downstairs. In the yard downstairs, there were two people, who seemed to be Lu Yu and Gu Miao. She had just woken up, her eyes were still a little blurry, and she couldn't see clearly.

"Da da da~" The footsteps outside the door became louder. Ma Qingqing stretched out an arm from the bed, covered her ears, and murmured: "It's so noisy, and I'm not letting people sleep. ?!"

Song Cheng walked to the bed, comforted her, and stuffed her arms back into the bed, "Qing'er, I'll go and see, you sleep in yours."

She patted her chest lightly like coaxing a child, and waited for Ma Qingqing to stop moving before opening the door and going out.

It turned out that it was Song Qinghui who helped the drunk uncle upstairs, in the room opposite them.

After Song Qinghui came out from the opposite room, he saw Song Cheng standing in the corridor, pulled her and complained, "Chengzi, no matter what, your brother and I can't escape the fact that we are going on a blind date tomorrow."

"Uh, bro. Aren't you drinking down there? Why are you fine?"

Song Cheng looked at Song Qinghui, who didn't look drunk at all, and was even sober as hell.

"Oh." Song Qinghui laughed at himself, "I only drank two glasses, and I didn't even taste the taste of the wine, so my mother saw through it."

"Ang, Qinghui is going on a blind date tomorrow, so stop drinking, get up early, and don't be late..."

Song Qinghui imitated his aunt and talked to her.

But there is one thing to say, Song Qinghui's imitation is still very similar, and he is very sure of the aunt's demeanor.

"Hahaha, brother, then you should go and rest quickly, don't tire you out, remember to get up early tomorrow."

Song Cheng was amused by him.

"Even you are like this, well, goodbye." Song Qinghui smirked, turned and went back to his room.

Standing in the corridor, she took out her mobile phone and checked the time. It was only five past twelve in the middle of the night.

Song Cheng and Ma Qingqing didn't go upstairs until 09:30, and she only slept for more than two hours together, but she felt that she slept for a long time.

She put her hands in her pockets and thought for a while. Anyway, she can't sleep now, so she might as well go out for a walk.

This is a good idea.

(End of this chapter)